At first, the burns didn't make sense. Sirius almost shook his head as he saw them before looking at the metal again. Who the fuck had pure silver handcuffs? That pissed him off. Of course it wasn't enough to hold Remus mostly naked in a basement in the fucking Ukraine of all places. What were they doing with him anyway? Remus didn't look starved, though that would have been more comforting.
He looked up and was...James was right, but fuck that would be even worse. And he couldn't remember what he'd written about them fucking in a journal entry Remus could see, so whatever. James had asked a question anyway. And since James responded well, then hey, it was Remus. Sirius kissed him hard on the lips, "So glad it's you."
And Sirius tried to lead the way back out of the basement. It wasn't safe to stay down here. Besides, there was a portkey to catch. "We got backup," Sirius grinned, "Even we aren't so good as to explode the basement wall without getting noticed. But we've got to get out there before three of us are riding my motorcycle back to the United fucking Kingdom."